[Verse 1: Stevie Bucks] I only seen tough nights, hard times Feds trying to give a n***a hard time When I got the four, its Bret Favre time I ain't stopping till you n***as know its are time I live great times, crime since age nine I been hustling ever since grade nine I used to sell marijuana those is grave times Life lessons, seen through the grave vine Got a little older, started taking orders From a older head, who gave me boulders And he told me take them quarters Cause if a fiend have change It could still make a change in my life I could walk to the mall for a bill Now everytime they call its for a billing up My life changed, that's why I'm still billing up Only real n***as feel my tempo And if the cops take notes watch me steal they pencil [Hook: Stevie Bucks] I'm getting up(x4) And getting money out this game I'm getting up And getting money out this game I'm getting up (x7) And getting money out this game I'm a ghetto child yeah [Verse 2: Stevie Bucks] Its an eye for an eye But I'm blinded, reminded About the days when I had no clothes to iron I had a one two but it wasn't my style I didn't have it but I still had the mind style Now the dollars make n***as copy my style I'm trying to win like when girls do they eyebrows Cause if I f**ed up, I f**ed up, my lucks up A Bruce Lee nunchucks Yo I drop knowledge on you dumb f**s I'm getting college from a dumb s*ut I'm f**ing raw like a bum f** I squeeze clips when I hit the beats By the time it hits the streets Yo, you n***as only doing gun buts I'm f**ing shocking like when nuns f** I f**ing shot him if he dumbs up I'm f**ing rotten when the Sun's up I'm getting noggy when the Sun's down I close my mouth and put my funds down Stevie Bucks A G5 in this [Outro: Stevie Bucks] I'm a ghetto child yeah(x3)